In the aftermath of Louisville’s come-from-ahead 33-34 defeat to Virginia, many Cardinal fans turned into bilious characters from “Venom Let There Be Carnage.”

Most of the disgust aimed at Scott Satterfield.

“He ought to be fired.”

As well as the defensive scheme that allowed UVa to come back from a 13-30 deficit, tally 21 in the 4th and steal away with the win.

“Why do you keep rushing 3 with the opponent out of time outs and a
quarterback that makes Zorro look like a hack?”

D Coordinator Bryan Brown was also dodging brickbats.

“Terrible defensive coaching.”

Those are just the missives I received postgame which are printable.

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I too wondered, more depressed than disgusted after the L, why Louisville didn’t come with more pressure late? Continue reading Louisville CardFile: Virginia →

One doesn’t need to cue up Nick Saban getting toilet papered by a Kick Six to understand how much an added second can change the outcome of a pigskin battle.

Nor rewatch Mr. Creosote explode — literally — to be reminded how a wafer thin moment can adversely affect a situation.

So, yeah, it’s hard to argue that the ACC’s zebras inexplicable rejiggering of the time/space continuum when conjuring an added second at the end of the 1st, was the difference in Wake’s three point W over U of L in Winston-Salem, 37-34.* The replay confirmed zeros on the clock, when the whistle blew the play done.

The Cards had plenty of opportunities to close after halftime. But, how much greater might their energy have been, entering the locker room tied, having just thwarted a Demon Deacons score with a goal line stop?

The answer is blowin’ in the wind. Continue reading Louisville CardFile: Wake Forest →

During a renovation a few years back of Franklin Field, America’s oldest college football stadium, an electrician found a long lost document in a rusting can behind some bricks being replaced in a south end vomitorium.

By coincidence the fellow just happened to be Francis Bagnell IV, great grand son of Reds Bagnell, former Penn pigskin All-American and Maxwell Trophy winner.

Among other rules of the game written on the parchment, dubbed at the time, “The Lost Scrolls of the Gridiron,” was this:

The winner of the game shall be the squad scoring the highest number of points registered in a manner consistent the other rules contained herein, regardless of when and in what manner they were scored, at the moment when the reigning official fires the gun to end the contest, or the coaches of the competing schools have shaken hands indicating their mutual acquiescence of the end of the contest.

That proclamation from the Ancients certainly inured to the benefit of the University of Louisville Cardinals Saturday afternoon in a way less than full Doak Campbell Stadium.

U of L 31, Florida State 23. Continue reading Louisville CardFile: Florida State →

Talk about being in the wrong place at the right time.

Though, not quite the same, lyrically speaking, I can almost hear Dr. John on a night of a full moon at Tips.

You might have heard of Jaylin Alderman by now.

He’s a part of Cardinal pigskin lore, you understand.

Of the freshman LB’s significant heroics in U of L’s stirring 42-35 W over the (Not So) Golden Knights, Scott Satterfield, still observant while flush with the thrill of victory, said, “He sits out there in the flat, the ball gets tipped right to him, he’s not even supposed to be there, he catches it and goes and scores a touchdown.”

So, let’s break down Alderman’s contribution to the U of L W.

One play.

Interception.

66 yard return.

Touchdown. Continue reading Louisville CardFile: Central Florida →